force a vibrating dildo into my cunt thats just a little too big, then pull up my panties to hold it in place and put my feet in stocks and tickle torture me
make me cry and scream and beg while my feet are completely helpless, my toes tied and arches stretched out, then when i cant take it any more fuck my cunt with the dildo, run an electric toothbrush over my nipples and clit and make me cum from the ticklish sensations
Excellent position. Especially if she’s placed on a bondage bed soles vertical and toes tied tight. A tight collar and a rubber cock gag, and her legs about a foot more apart, and she’s set to become the perfect feet tickle torture slave.
Friendly reminder to tickle the shit out of your local knismo butch. I'm serious guys.
Arms tied above their head. Feet in stocks. Wearing only a sports bra and boxers. Make sure they're properly oiled all over, and make sure to drag the process out, just to build anticipation.
Tease their sensitive neck and ears, switching back and forth so they can never really block your hands. Scribble your nails into their hairy pits until they're thrashing and begging. Massage the ridges between each rib, maybe 2 or 3 times just to make sure they're all there. Play with their happy trail, finger and feather their navel until their voice goes hoarse. Mock their reactions as you tickle their sides and stomach.
Dig your fingers into the crease between their cunt and thighs, squeeze and squeeze no matter how much they plead with you to stop. Drill your thumbs into their hip bones, hold them down when they try and buck you off. Gently scrape your nails over their inner thighs, tracing body hair and stretch marks and endless ticklish skin. Massage their kneecaps, scratch nails into the hollows of their knees, abuse any and every spot you can.
Tease the balls of their feet with a comb. Pull their toes back and scribble underneath them until their laughter goes silent. Scrub a brush against their soles and heels until they're breathless and sobbing.
Tickle torture your local knismo butch. And when they're sure they've had enough? Tickle them even more.
I want to inflict post-orgasm tickling not as a specific phase of play, but as the baseline. Like, I team up with another ler and we torture a lee nonstop for hours, ensuring they cum at least once every 5 minutes, and tickling them constantly. Then after the first 5 minutes, all of the tickling will either be during cumming, or shortly after cumming, when it's unbearable. Just nonstop tickle-cumming.
Imagine how overstimulated they would be, fuck. They'd enjoy it in the beginning maybe, but after the 20th orgasm? Getting too tired to struggle, laying in a pool of lube mixed with their own cum, not wanting any more tickling or any more orgasms at all, but not having any safeword? I would want the tickling to get more and more vicious as orgasm after orgasm is ripped out of their body. Screaming orgasms. Screaming laughter, us digging into their lubed-up sides without any remorse, annihilating that refractory period. Fuck I want that.
I don't think we'd fuck the tickle meat's holes at first. I think we'd start at least 4 hours in, when they've gotten despondent.
I crave to be tortured till it becomes my worst nightmare. I want to be tortured until I feel as I used to feel for being tickle abused when I was a child. I want to be painfully tickled until I gasp for air, while my lungs are burning, and the panic fulfill my mind so hard that I don’t want to be a ticklee and a masochist anymore.
I want it because I AM a masochist and I DESERVE to suffer and be abused, because I’m a little stupid toy in your hands. Because I’m pathetic and ridiculous. Because I worth nothing. Because I’ll always be a masochist, and as masochist I deserve to be punished for being such a disgusting creature.
I don’t have any right on my body. My body is yours. My mind is yours. My only way to exist is the eternal agony.
So many lees, especially those tickle tortured younger, love to recreate the helplessness and terror they experienced! It’s our job as lers to help them along!
A tickle scientist who believes in ethics. She takes her work very seriously. And yes, she sees the irony in that. She produces all of her traps, tools and contraptions under one strict rule. If she's dishing it out, she must be able to take it. In the name of ethical practice she must subject herself to every machine and tool she designs, testing every level for as long and hard as she can go. It's only fair. It's because she values the integrity of science. That's the only reason, ok?!
Well it turns she can handle a lot (what are these subjects complaining about?), so she gets bolder and bolder with her inventions. But there's one machine... that will never leave its lab. She got much too bold with this device. It forces the subject's body completely still and targets every. single. nerve.
She set herself a timer. A concise five minutes to see what it's like.
Those were the worst/best five minutes of her life. Usually, she enjoyed. I mean. handled her own treatment just fine. Not this time. This time was torture. The desperation. The unbearable sensation. The helplessness of not even being able to struggle. No one to plead to. Just a cold, emotionless machine that won't stop until the timer completes. In that moment, the scientist finally truly understood how her subjects must feel.
She locked that machine away and never spoke of it again.
We go out somewhere nice for dinner, knowing I’m a ler and you’re a lee. Some ground rules are set about our imminent session. A time limit and safe word are agreed to, you give me your hard limit spots, and it’s acknowledged to keep things safe, sane, and consensual.
Back at my place, I take your coat and purse, then tell you my tickle stuff is through the second door to the right. You open inside and see stairs leading down to the basement. At the bottom of the steps is a well lit room with padded walls. You strip your clothes off, and get on the table. I get the restraints around your wrists and ankles that spread you out spread eagle and then another leather strap around your waist, knees, and neck to keep you totally immobile.
Then you see the recording equipment in the back of the room, including the camera that’s filming. While telling me that you didn’t agree to that, I turn off the time we agreed to and then start turn king your hard limits immediately. You begin screaming your safe word off rip. I grin and laugh and don’t stop.
Hope you like having your nipples pinched, feathers to circle the areola so very sloooooowwwwwwwwllllllllly and then sucking on your hard tit. Making fun of you for how much you’re screaming and trying to move, but your cunt is soaked. Stupid tickle sluts like you are asking for it. I tell you that while dragging a feather up and down and up and down your clit. Not even five feet tall, didn’t tell your friends where you were going, and you go to have a tickle session as a lee with a guy you just met? You were begging for this to happen. Maybe not begging as hard as you are right now though.
Your thighs getting squeezed with one hand while my other reaches up to rakes down your armpit and then spider all the way down your ribs and to your side. Holding your head still and blowing into your ears, making sure you feel as invaded and small as possible. You get a break for me to grab something for the side of the room. Chest heaving, tears rolling down your cheeks, you see me rolling a cart over. On it are toothbrushes, flossers, hair brushes, feathers, and a gigantic tub of coconut oil.
You while and sob while I tie your toes back. I try to feel bad for you but I just…can’t. You’re too ticklish. Too pathetic. I think god might’ve created you to be a tickle toy. I don’t think you’re supposed to be loved or appreciated or wanted for anything that doesn’t involve torturing you.
You feel the oil being spread across your feet. Every inch is lathered up, including between your toes. I hover my hand over all of the tools, thinking about which one to use while you totally fall apart behind me. I select two large hair brushes with thick, unforgiving bristles. I take a seat by your feet and get comfy.
I let you know that this is your life for the next 15 or 20 hours. I’m going to remove the gag to give you water, caffeine, and anything else to help you stay awake. Don’t bother screaming, the room is sound proofed. You’re never seeing the Sun ever again. The only people who are ever going to see you again are me…and all the fans you’re going to make on the deep web, where I’ll be posting the videos of your torture to. Fuck you, tickle slut. This is your life now
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#yourtickletoymustanswer #fuck this ran longer than I though
More below the cut cause maybe this got to me a totally normal amount 🤭
God I do so love the idea of getting all dolled up, showering, picking my perfect sexy but not slutty dress, making my hair perfectly curly and putting makeup on. Getting so excited for my first session with someone I finally trust implicitly.
I'm getting nervous butterflies heading down to your basement, a few giggles slipping as I strip and you bind me to your liking.
Once I notice the recording equipment I pale, and then go bright red.
"Hey, why is that set up? We didn't talk about anything like that!"
I try to protest, only to scream in laughter as you abruptly jump into torturing me, no degradation, mouth tickles and starting slow clearly pipe dreams now. Hard limits? Safe words? All up in smoke.
I jerk violently as you lock onto my nipples, shaking my head in denial. Despite my protests I'm soaked, my stupid fear kink making sure of that as adrenaline pumps through me.
You call me out on my stupidity and all I can do is sob that I trusted you! I was too embarrassed to tell anyone else. My poor clit pulses with every swipe of the feather as I desperately try to refuse to give you the pleasure of forcing me to cum for you.
It all tickles so much more than I thought it would. Here I thought quick whispers and shower water tickled my ears but it's nothing compared to the direct attention you show them, leaving me squealing and laughing pathetically even as it makes my arousal worse.
My torso too, I try desperately to buck or arch away but I'm bound to perfection. No pain, just pure, helpless immobility.
I watch you with horrified eyes, trembling. I've cycled through all of my defenses now, anger first, and threatening, then bargaining, now I just glare at you in a feeble attempt to keep my fire burning stronger, even as I sniffle.
I can't help my whimper at the sight of the tools, a shudder going through me. Even just feeling you tie my toes back leaves my a giggling mess. My spirit breaks as I feel you tickle the oil into my defenseless feet, another limit discarded, a soft one this time, due to how weak I was to them. I squeak as you make sure to get between my toes, shaking my head in denial.
'Go easy with the brushes, okay? Work me up to the different kinds. I'm worried I won't be able to handle them.'
And you'd smiled your angelic smile and assured me we'd go as slow as I needed. Prick. Deceiving deviant demon. That's what you are.
At your proclamation of the length of time I attempt to grow violent but my blood runs cold as I don't so much as budge. I'm not exactly the pinnacle of strength, and never have I loathed it more than now.
Surely someone who sees will report the stream right? I'm pretty sure I saw an episode of Criminal Minds where the hunted down sick fucks like you who posted crimes on the dark web. But... how high on the priority list was tickle torture?
...Probably not very.
Tears stream from my eyes at the realization and I try desperately to brace myself for the torment to come.
